� � � Cold shower, no no � � � Wipes out three things for fifty days � � � The pack of my keys ain't the key � � The strap seems to be my gun � � � Cold shower, no no � � � Wipes out three things for fifty days � � � The pack of my bars ain't the key � � � The strap seems to be my gun � � � I'm no clown on my down � � Don't need you to tell me what's going down � � � Down, down, down � � Down, down, down � � Down, down, down � � � Down, down, down � � Down, down, down � � Down, down � � � I'm standing alone � � And I'm watching the wall � � I'm singing the same thing � � I'm standing alone � � On your way to gold � � I'm watching you sink in � � Through what's full � � � These boots were meant for walking � � My knees are made no place by feet � � � Gold's just around the corner � � Breakdowns come around � � � Sometimes you have to try to get along � � Then I know the truth � � And I know what you think � � � Down, down, down � � Down, down, down � � � I'm standing alone � � And I'm watching the wall � � I'm singing the same thing � � I'm standing alone � � On your way to gold � � I'm watching you sink in � � Through what's full � �